Reassure her

"You asked to love sex Morgan. To literally be made for it," you reassure her.

Morgan's eyes stay locked on the screen, where the tiny, hyper-sexualized form rotates in slow circles. Their breathing has changed—faster, shallower.

"I did," Morgan says quietly. "I said that."

"You said you wanted to feel everything," you continue, keeping your voice steady and warm. "You said you wanted a body that could barely think straight from how good everything feels. That's what this is. Every curve, every hormone, every nerve ending—designed around pleasure."

Morgan's hand comes up to their chest, fingers pressing against the worn fabric of their shirt. "It's so... small. So obvious."

"It's built for sex," you say simply. "Which is what you asked for. Look at it, Morgan. Really look. Those breasts aren't just for show—the nerve density is triple normal human levels. The endocrine system floods you with arousal hormones constantly. Your entire body will be an erogenous zone. You'll walk down the street and feel your clothes moving against your skin and it'll make you wet."

Kim shifts in her chair but says nothing, her professional mask firmly in place.

Morgan swallows hard. "And the... the submissive parts?"

"You've always been submissive," you say, which is true. "I'm just enhancing what's already there. Making it chemical. Hardwired. You'll crave approval, crave being wanted, crave being used. And you'll get it—look at that body. Everyone will want you."

"Everyone will stare," Morgan whispers.

"Yes," you agree. "They will. Because you'll be exactly what you said you wanted to be—someone who exists for pleasure. Theirs and yours."

Morgan closes their eyes for a long moment. When they open again, there's something settled in their expression. Resignation maybe, or acceptance, or arousal so strong it's overriding everything else.

"Okay," Morgan says. "Okay. You're right. I gave you authority for a reason. I trust you." They turn to Kim. "I consent to this design."

Kim's fingers move across her tablet. "Verbal consent recorded. Morgan Chen confirms authorization for body design as specified." She looks up at you. "The system's saved Morgan's design. Now we need Riley's body configuration before we can begin the procedure. You have about forty-five minutes before the technicians arrive with the nano-suspension tanks."

The DesignSpace interface glows, waiting. Morgan moves closer, their old hand resting on your shoulder. "What are you going to make yourself?"